The one always
called upon
to help,
to listen,
to comfort.
The one who's
always there
for others
through thick
and thin.
The one always
willing
to lend
a shoulder,
a hand,
an ear.
The one who
always turns
the other cheek,
fogives,
forgets.
The one who's
always kind,
caring,
loving.
The one always
used, abused,
ignored.
The one always
forgotten,
mistreated,
tossed aside.
The one always
stabbed
in the back,
lied to,
treated unkindly.
The one always
saddened.
The one always
crying.
The one always
hurt.
Why am I
always,
that person?